The walls are lit only by the shadowy light filtering in from that very small and too high up barred opening in the 18 inch thick centuries old pock-marked concrete…

Slowly, grudgingly, yet with a sense of accomplishment for just being able to do so, he reaches his atrophied arm up to the wall and scratches another notch… this makes his 753rd nicotine withdrawal… A scene played out in prison cells all around the world. Except this one is only in his mind….